Wrap yourself in plastic, glass and steel
How long can you last behind the wheel
Place your clockwork hands at ten and two
Trick the voice command to answer you.
A little help to get from A to B
A trip to hell nobody could foresee
Who would not embrace the good intention
Now greed will not replace the tired invention.
Flash past as lights splash a mishmash of confused emotions
A world on it’s last gasp from cheap gas and selfish notions
Rubberneck with old tech, just a speck upon a windscreen
Future eyes will scrutinize with sad surmise, what we could have been.
Wrapped ourselves in plastic, glass and steel
How long could we last behind the wheel
Placed our clockwork hands at ten and two
The voice command now tells us what to do
Come so far and yet so far to go.
No time now to try to take it slow
Oceans full of promise unfulfilled
The checkered flag flies just beyond the hill.